"Rook, no! Stop!"
The only woman of the quartet stared helplessly at the lifeless body falling to the ground. He was the newest addition to the force, and he, nor his partner, were even supposed to be active today, much less getting called in on such a dangerous case. He wasn't ready, everybody knew it took forever to truly be ready to face the horrors that go on in New Bangkok, not just in its crimes, but tonight the department needed all the hands they could muster up. That desperate gambit cost them two of their friends just now, and who knows how many more lives were being lost at the other encounters.
"Fuck! How dare you, you bitch! He was just a kid!"
Staring down the culprit into her gunmetal grey eyes, the enraged officer gritted her teeth, finally drawing her right hand out of her coat. Much more ornate than the standard issue one the newbie had, her other hand clasped the other side of the full size pistol grip. Racking the slide one time in a fluid, silent motion, she dropped the gaze of her purple eyes and stared down the irons, finding Kanashima's concealed face in between the two blocks.
Officer Flamenco's partner half a second later matched the swift moves, revealing his own armament and fully extending it towards her. With both firearms chambered and ready to be fired at a moment's notice, simple beginner's mistakes wouldn't save her now. There had to be something she could do, and fast, and she couldn't even use the large knife still embedded into the skull of the third police officer.
Dropping her entire body down even further, she gave up on the knife all together, instead opting to raise her hand up and allow her circuits to flare to life once again. Unlike the rookie holding the gun, these two veterans definitely wouldn't allow her to accelerate her cloaking ability once again, so she was forced into her only other ability as an Electrogen. Feeling her internal currents singe her biological internals once more, she grinned, pushing off the ground with her legs. It wasn't a gun like all of the officers had, but it was something pretty close. She was still throwing quite the sizable projectile with immense force.
Two bullets shot right through where her body once was, crouched just behind the fallen comrade of the two. Without a second more wasted, another purple jolt fired off from her right hand and slammed into the gloved knuckles of the slightly shorter man. A small smile came across her hidden face, she was happy she just hit him somewhere. Her aim would need some serious work if she survived, but today it seemed luck was on her side. Losing his two handed grip on the firearm, the force charge threw the firearm out of his hands, falling to the ground right in front of her left foot. Stepping on the pistol, she flung it far and away behind her, smacking a large dumpster.
The gloves must've been built with some sort of durable substance, or maybe even connected to the virus, it absorbed the impact of her plasma bolt so well that his hand was still operable. If anything, under the material would be some slight irritation, maybe a tint of red, but nothing more. Closing the gap with the other gun wielder, she dashed forward and into arms reach, extending her arm upward and in the center of her chest. Already prepping her system for another one of the burning violet bolts, her gunmetal grey eyes met her assailants, the same color as her own energy.
Kailao's was bright yellow, matching his eyes. Cipher's eyes were blue, and so was his energy. Why aren't mine purple?
Both of the cop's larger hands palmed the respective shoulders of Kanashima, forcing her away from her and the palm losing contact with the chest. The distance difference did not matter from point blank to now roughly half a meter, the bolt still struck true against her chestplate. The construction of the armor piece held up brilliantly, but the force behind the jolt had to still go somewhere, transferring it elastically to the body attached, and it flung the taller cop across the alley and slamming into a concrete wall, cracks in the form of spider webs armament exploding from the impact point.
Ouch, it's that strong? I'm that strong?
The standard issue police armor was proving to be incredibly difficult for her to punch through. The knife couldn't pierce it, she wasn't even strong enough to pull it out of the skull, and even her force cannon with larger and larger calibers of shots couldn't break through the resilient alloy. Seeing the strength behind the electron shot showed that it definitely had the power, just not the focus. It spread out over a wide area, that's why it was effectively absorbed by the plate. The knife was the exact opposite, it just needed the force concentrated right on the tip to punch through and to their chest.
The knife was green earlier. Wasn't that guy's eyes green?
"Be advised, Lady Kanashima. High swing, on your ten."
Moving to dodge a punch aimed at her head by the now fully recovered and disarmed man, her eyes widened in realization, not in terror or surprise from the attack as the two cops may have believed. Continuing to be on the defensive end of the fight, she continued to be pushed back further and further by the superior hand to hand combat skills of Officer Blackwell. The more and more she was put on her back foot, the wider his sinister grin shone down on her.
"Just where I want ya, Princess."
Just where you want me, or just where I want you?
Taking a larger backpedal than normal at the last thrown haymaker, she landed back in the position this most recent bout started at, right after she killed the latest police department hire. The amount of distance gave her a few hundred milliseconds longer than normal, but that was all she needed for her right hand to find the handle of the Loving Lullaby once more. Bending down to grasp it, she activated her electronic coils once more, her circuits flooding with power. Instead of letting it condense and stack like one of her plasma bolts, she left the gates fully open in her nerve endings, allowing free flowing currents to fill into the saxe knife once more. Just like when the blade was glowing green earlier, a light hint of purple now imbued the weapon, shimmering in the moonlight.
Ducking under the next blow, the violet blade grew to be the brightest thing on the streets and hummed to life, cackling with extra electrons. She wasn't able to pull the armament out of his skull earlier, but with the enhancement, it actually felt like there was a chance. The Loving Lullaby already felt strong and durable, but now it was brimming with energized power. Shifting the metallic wedge from side to side to widen the wound, she lifted up with all of her might. The knife slid out with an unnatural ease, as if some sort of lubricant was applied to both sides before his untimely demise. It took such little effort that Kanashima completely overestimated the amount of force needed, losing her balance completely, an accidental vertical slash following her backwards topple.
It worked. I can't believe it worked. This… this is amazing. You weren't always kind, but thank you Marinetti.
By some miracle, the ending of the accidental improvised attack clipped the chin of her pursuer, leaving a bright red mark dripping down onto the earth. The light lingered in place for a few seconds, highlighting the flight path her stolen armament just took as if it was moving fast enough for an afterimage. Pumping more of her limited reserves of energy back into the metal construction, the light only shone more, resonating hums perforating the air. Not giving time for the officers to recover from their respective predicaments, Kanashima drew the blade back once more.
"It wasn't meant to be this way."
Lunging forward, the electrified amaranthine blade chewed into the armor plating, cleaving into the metallic folds and eventually meeting the flesh of the only man still alive here. Once it actually pierced through the other side of the military grade, standard issue breastplate, pushing through the muscle and digging into the chest cavity was much easier, charting a path through the heart. The only problem was she was nowhere near experienced enough with a knife, her momentum carrying forward with the amount of driving force she applied to tear through the durable metal alloy.
Her position on top of the downed officer only gave her the opportunity to stare into the eyes of her victim, life draining out of their desperate, pleading expression. Grimacing, she held the pose a little longer before yanking out the knife once more, allowing more and more blood to pour out of his body. His hand reached out one more time, no longer with enough energy to form another strike.
"Wait, girl, you didn't… have to do this…"
"I know."
I'm sorry.
The saxe knife's humming slowed down and eventually came to a halt, the luminescence receding back along the full tang, dissipating into her system once more. Keeping up with the starving demands of the Loving Lullaby drained her cells immensely, pushing herself a tiny bit past the point of when her cloak automatically shut off. Rising to her feet was a horrible idea, it was even hard for her to stand on her own at this point, needing to prop herself up with her right against a nearby wall. Her left hand was still rendered unusable, so all she could do was cough to the side toward the ground. A few blotches of blood flew out of her mouth and dotted the area.
Wow, that's new, God that hurts, why do I have to be coughing up blood?
"Be advised, Lady Kanashima. High blow, on your six."
Of course, there's one more.
Even in her exhausted state, her head turned behind to meet the gaze of angry violet eyes with her own charcoal grey. She didn't care how little electrons were left inside of her battery, she needed the boost from the knife, and it had to come soon if she wanted any sort of chance against Officer Flamenco. Pulling the rest into her hand and forcing it through the full tang once more, the tip released a few sparks of violet before fizzling out.
Welp, I guess that's it. Deserving end, I suppose.
The furious woman released a visceral battle cry full of ire, pressing her hands together way above in the air and brought it down with one fell swoop, intent on slamming Kanashima's head through the crust layer of the earth. Her legs were half a step away from giving out completely, she only had one extremely fatigued and thin arm, and she even drained the rest of her body with the conductive knife. There was simply nothing else she could do in this position besides accept what the gates of hell had in store for her. Squeezing her eyes shut, she steeled herself to receive a strike that never came.
"Kailao! What the fuck are you doing here, get the hell out! Let me kill this daughter of a goddamn bastard!"
"Sorry, this is another conflict of interest."
"You can't be fucking serious! She fucking killed three of these poor fucking saps right here! Let me at her!"
When did he get back here? They know each other? I'm… okay?
Cracking open one of her eyes, her legs gave out right from under her, forcibly collapsing her onto the ground itself. She was so tired, so weakened, could they go do this song and dance elsewhere? It seems that Kailao would grant her wish, wrestling away the smaller stature of the officer away from the carnage, but more importantly, away from her, while she continued to hurl insults and obscenities at her.
Who wouldn't… that was brutal.
The knife coalesced back into a scarlet core, splitting up into streams and entering her storage once again. With her hand freed up, she buried her aching head into her palm. Her battle trance was extraordinarily helpful during the actual extended fight; however, with all the threats now gone from her vicinity, she felt the shroud in her mind begin to fade.
The collection of the three bodies was bloody and quite gruesome after the initial events of their death, but now they looked downright upsetting. She couldn't get the images of their faces out of her head as she looked over them. Lifeless eyes dropping off to the side, losing the light that used to dance inside the vibrant irides. The bodies of what was once the rookie and Officer Blackwell trying to drop her to the ground, and just a few moments later, they were falling helplessly the same way right in front of her.
Blood stained her clothing too, what was originally a simple monochrome blend was now significantly blotched up with bloody stains, even coating her hands in the same ruby red liquid. Groaning, she clutched her upset stomach with her right arm, leaning over her knees. Everything hurt so much, from her brain to her chest and even her tearing up charcoal grey eyes. A few of them left darkened spots on the concrete ground.
God, what is wrong with me? I feel sick.
Squeezing her stomach as much as she could with her fatigued operable limb, she couldn't help herself as everything she consumed from that false beef sandwich to even a few peaches from earlier came back to the surface. Coughing up more blood, it fell on top of the regurgitated meal and mixing with the already gross yellowish green coloring.
God… I'm awful.
A few moments later, her ailment was reduced to simple coughing, not because she was able to halt her vomiting, simply just there was nothing else left in her small and malnourished system to come back up. With her final act of strength, she managed to influence the way she collapsed onto the ground to avoid where her previous dinner was. There was a small silhouette at the far end of the alleyway, but her vision was already beginning to go, blurry as ever and quickly fading to black. Despite the nigh unrecognizable sight, she managed to mumble out a name right before her entire world faded into nothing once more.
"Morgan?"